Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 207 - 137: The Ancient Immortal Reaches Out and Touches My Face

Dark clouds shrouded the vast sky.

Strong winds swept through the rugged mountains.

On a plaza halfway up the mountain, a furnace of medicinal soup emitted a fragrant aroma, which was carried away by the wind, dispersing between heaven and earth.

"It's done."

Bai Mo, sitting beside the alchemy furnace on a fishing lounge chair, announced the result.

On the plaza, from near to far, hundreds of fox apprentices, a series of fiery red figures, immediately jumped and cheered in celebration!

"Awooo!"

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ying ying ying!"

Some were holding small shovels, some raised small copper pots, others lifted fire pokers!

At their feet were either the peels stripped from medicinal herbs, shattered shells, or dripping herb juices!

At this moment, they formed circles, jumping and dancing, as if they had completed a complex engineering project or were performing a primitive ritual!

Bai Mo grinned, revealing his white teeth.

The apprentices' alchemy skills were improving steadily; with their help, this fumigating face soup could be completed.

"With such a massive undertaking, how do ancient immortals manage without fox apprentices?"

Bai Mo pondered for a moment.

"Oh right, they have slaves and companions. It's enough to support such large-scale projects.

"But what about the cultivators of the present age?"

Bai Mo mused for a moment and suddenly realized he had thought about this before and had already arrived at an answer.

"They don't have this problem... because they don't need to make such complex medicines at all."

Divine sense, like an invisible breeze, spread out from the brow chakra, entering the alchemy furnace.

He saw inside the furnace, the medicinal soup had condensed into a fist-sized, round droplet, milky white, with a misty texture.

With another movement of divine sense, the medicinal soup spun out of the furnace, flying through the air, falling into Bai Mo's hand.

The touch was cool and soft, like a water balloon.

"Good, this part is complete." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Calculating the time, the volcanic smoke sponge of the present world was also just completed.

He raised his head, speaking to the apprentices.

"Wait for my return."

As he spoke, white mist rose beneath his feet, carrying himself, the fishing lounge chair, and the water balloon of medicinal soup together into the present world.

...

Swoosh...

In the present world, it was nighttime, with stars and the moon filling the sky.

At an altitude of twenty thousand meters, strong winds blew through.

The Fire Toad Balloon hid within the clouds, gently swaying and trembling.

Suddenly, behind the balloon, appeared a fishing lounge chair, Bai Mo sitting on it, and the medicinal water sphere in his hand.

"Hmm, this is my first time coming to such a high place."

Swoosh...

With the cold night wind blowing, Bai Mo lay on the fishing lounge chair, crossing his legs, slightly tightening his collar.

Looking up, he saw a sapphire blue sky, a round moon, and a brilliant sea of stars.

Looking down, there was a vast sea of clouds moving with the strong wind, revealing the undulating forest below.

"The sponge... still needs a bit more time."

...

Beneath the high altitude, on the summit of the little volcano, engineers were working overnight to adjust the equipment.

"Isn't the configuration still right?

"What's going on?

"Damned outsourced team, they made a garbage system, the interface is so damn stupid…

"Are Old Wang's data possibly flawed too?"

In the main control room, Tie Shiba was hunched over in front of a computer screen, frowning deeply, looking displeased.

"How long has it dragged on, and you still can't fix it?"

The engineers beside him all looked embarrassed.

"This... will still take some time to try."

"We'll call Professor Wang tomorrow morning."

Tie Shiba stood up, frowning tightly.

"Wait, my ass!

"Do it now!"

The secretary beside him looked uneasy.

"Call him now? Professor Wang has probably rested."

Tie Shiba shook his head.

"Call, my ass. You can't explain it over the phone.

"Find a helicopter, go to his home, and bring him to me!

"Do it immediately!

"In half an hour, I want him here!"

...

A nearby magma lake.

A hand slowly floated up, an eye in its palm darting around, the eyeball spinning, reflecting the wisp of blue smoke rising from the volcanic lake... indeed, it was observing this smoke.

After a moment, it paused, as if it understood something or made a certain decision.

It lay flat in the magma.

Then, like any ordinary flesh and blood hand, it caught fire, smoked, was burned, blackened, charred, and turned to ashes, becoming blue smoke.

The blue smoke from the hand mixed with the original smoke from the volcano, rising steadily towards the night sky, towards the high altitude, soaring with the night wind!

...

In the dream, a cool cave.

Wang Yuanbao squatted beside, watching his master sift through literature, a pile of stone slabs and copper plates.

"...Volcanic smoke sponge, depending on the sponge and the volcano, the quality and texture vary.

"If detailed, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-four variations...

"No, that's not right.

"Most literature records these one hundred and thirty-four, but as I see it, based on texture, pattern, smell, and feel, there are a total of one hundred and sixty-seven.

"He's not accurate, can't distinguish them…"

Wang Yuanbao looked puzzled beside him.

"Master, what are you mumbling about?"

His master had finally escaped the shadow of the broken hand, yet these days seemed mystical again... Wang Yuanbao was very worried about his master's mental state.

But he saw the Ancient Bee Immortal raise his head, grinning wide.

"Hahaha, nothing, nothing."

...

Twenty thousand meters high.

Behind the Fire Toad Balloon.

Bai Mo sat on the fishing lounge chair, holding the medicinal liquid ball in his left hand, gently waving his right hand, and the freshly refined sponge flew out from beneath the Fire Toad Balloon, arcing into his right hand.

This sponge was palm-sized, with a heavy texture, soft to the touch, as if holding another person's hand.

"It's starting."